1. Once in my green foliage many birds
dwelt
A safe shelter for so
many fluttering wings
Charmed by cool shade
they used to swing and sing
A row of colorful
feathers intense joy they felt
I too felt their sensations
friendly and warm
My shielding boughs made
them feel safe and calm
A sense of meaning I felt
in my existence
Made them happy cradled
in my green world dense.
2. I watched those tiny birds open their
beaks
As mother birds down their throats pushed worms down
Those weak lumps of flesh with twinkling eyes brown;
I watched how they
guarded those tiny birdlings weak;
A festive gathering with
diverse merry sounds
Those static figures on
boughs slept above the ground
A merry, luscious, pulpy feast
they had
Feeding on my clustered
fruits, they felt glad.
3. Those feathered comrades too felt
elated and free
Their eyes seemed to grasp my green touch and shade;
They flew from branch to
branch with twittering glee
My shelter to them is a
heavenly glade;
My youthful vigor
inspired them indeed;
In every corner they
scattered my blooms and seeds;
A close inseparable bond
we enjoyed in past
But now I feel those golden moments lost.
4. With rolling years my verdant glory
seen no more
Like splintered clouds
driven by winds I shed my leaves
No growing tender shoots
or buds I retrieve;
Those that remained turned sickly brown to the core;
A seared dry stump of wood with branches bare
No rustling dreamy
whispers can I share
No proud bunch of dense
foliage I display
On my bald top no more
birds dance and play.
5. Our looks and views driven by time
slowly change
Our kindred bonds
influenced by growing age
No more can we go back to
our earlier stage;
Time’s unpredictable
turns beyond our range
My bosom friends no more
approach with rustling wings
No more will they spring on leafy branches and swing;
Like passing clouds new
relationships they seek
Leaving my dry withered
branches cold, dry and bleak.
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14th February, 2024 Somaseshu Gutala
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